But now I know from Zhou Xing's mouth that he didn't understand the sword's intention. Although he didn't understand the sword's intention, Zhou Xing's understanding of qi was definitely beyond human's level. Otherwise, how could he have guided the three friends of Suihan to perform that terrifying move?
Hurricane Sword Qi, but he allowed Suihan's three friends to push him into a desperate situation. If he had not understood the sword's intention, Zhou Xing would have died under the Guiyuan Fist of Suihan's three friends today. Murong would never do such a thing.
angry.
"The path of martial arts is a life of nine deaths. If you don't have the intention to die, why should you take the path of martial arts." Zhou Xing said with a nonchalant look and his head raised. After hearing this, Murong Jue was also stunned. Now he finally
Understanding why Zhou Xing is so powerful, many people in the world believe that Zhou Xing's rapid rise is because those veteran strong men are afraid of the secretive realm, so they try their best to suppress their own realm when they reach the Shenfu realm, but Zhou Xing can
However, Zhou Xing never suppressed his realm at all, so he advanced by leaps and bounds, reached the peak of the Divine Palace realm, and became the world's top master. However, they did not know that in order to have today's strength, Zhou Xing had wandered on the edge of life and death many times.
The desire to die, this is fearlessness. Because of fearlessness, he can be so powerful and dare to attack that secretive realm. Murong Jue feels deeply ashamed of himself.
"Although I really don't want to admit it, I am not as good as you." Murong Jue sighed deeply and said helplessly. He was already one of the top masters in the world, and his martial arts skills were powerful enough to compete with the nine sects.
Every sect leader competes with each other. Such a strong man is naturally very proud. Even if Zhou Xing is his friend, it is difficult to agree that Zhou Xing is better than him. After all, they have never fought against each other.
Zhou Xing hasn't officially defeated him yet, and it's not impossible for his Tiangang Dragon Power to improve. He was able to rescue Zhou Xing in front of everyone on Linjiang, which is enough to show how powerful he is, but now he has to
Admit it, Zhou Xing is much better than him.
"Go back?" Murong Jue asked. Now that the matter was settled, of course they had to return to the worship hall.
"You go back first, I'll go for a walk." Zhou Xing didn't want to go back so quickly. He also wanted to take a walk in the imperial capital. This imperial capital carried too many memories for him. Murong Jue also knew that the imperial capital belonged to Zhou Xing.
His former residence, so without saying anything, he returned to the enshrinement hall alone, while Zhou Xing walked into the imperial capital and walked into those familiar streets.
"My guest, would you like to have a bowl of noodles? This is not an old man's bragging. On this street, the old man's noodles are the best." The street was bustling with people, and Zhou Xing had already arrived at the gate of the Prayer Temple before he knew it, revisiting his old place.
, Zhou Xing was also extremely disappointed in his heart. The old man came forward, showing no humility at all. Generally speaking, if such a person is not bragging, he must have some ability, so Zhou Xing also took advantage of the situation and sat on the short stool. The old man
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although his noodle stall was in an excellent location, right at the entrance of the Prayer Temple, most people came to the Prayer Temple. Although nobles came in and out of the Prayer Temple, those nobles
I would rather eat the vegetarian food in the temple than eat a bowl of noodles from his old man.
"Old man, why is there such a mess in your business?" Zhou Xing looked at the crowds coming and going, but he thought in his heart that this old man's noodles must not be delicious, otherwise there would be so many people here and he wouldn't come to solicit customers in person.
Zhou Xing asked about setting up a table and chairs.
"Most of the people who come here come to the Prayer Temple. They don't have time to eat the old man's noodles. Moreover, going to the temple to pray for blessings on an empty stomach seems a bit more sincere. Naturally, the old man's business is not that good." The old man said helplessly.
He sighed and said, it is true as he said, although there are many stalls on the road to the praying temple, those stalls sell only some items, such as carved bracelets, small wooden Buddhas, etc., there are a dazzling array of things, but only food is sold.
This old man’s stall.
"Why are there so many pilgrims in this praying temple?" Zhou Xing had been to the praying temple before. Although there were incense at that time, there were not as many pilgrims as there are today. Zhou Xing had already noticed that just after the old man talked with Zhou Xing,
At this time, seven or eight pilgrims had already walked in at the entrance of the Prayer Temple. This is a rare situation.
"Is your guest a foreigner?" The old man skillfully cooked the white noodles in his hand and stared at Zhou Xing with a wrinkled smile on his face and said.
"It doesn't count. He is from the imperial capital. He just went out for a long time and just came back." Zhou Xing explained.
"No wonder, it's normal that the guest doesn't know. The incense of this praying temple was only average. But after the late emperor returned to his throne, the world was dry and it didn't rain for a long time. There were some rumors in private that it was
In order to eliminate the anti-imperial minions, the late emperor committed too much blood, and God was punishing him. These words eventually became more and more violent. The late emperor had no choice but to go on a hunger strike to pray for rain, so he placed the altar for rain in the Prayer Temple. God showed mercy.
On the fifth day, the late emperor finally prayed for rain, and the incense at the Prayer Temple became more and more prosperous after that." Although it involved the emperor's affairs, the people often mentioned it. Of course, the late emperor allowed the people to discuss it, naturally it was because he prayed for it.
When it rains, the people will definitely think that he is the orthodox person in the world, and those rumors will naturally disappear. This kind of praying for rain and blessing means that all the courtiers feel that the emperor is guilty, and they can only punish themselves and reflect on themselves.
Only by God's forgiveness can we survive the crisis. Although it seems very stupid, the people of the world believe this. Although the hunger strike for rain is just a talk, as an emperor, how can he really go on a hunger strike for rain, just in front of the people?
It was just a pretense, but if he couldn't pray for rain, the emperor would be in a lot of trouble. Fortunately, the late emperor finally prayed for rain. With this incident, it would be difficult for the incense of the Blessing Temple to flourish.
"That's it." Zhou Xing nodded, and while the old man was speaking, he had already cooked the noodles and brought them to him. A smell suddenly hit his face. Although Zhou Xing didn't eat it, he knew the noodles by smelling the smell.
It's absolutely delicious. I'm not bragging.
"Unexpectedly, this noble man is here again." The old man murmured while staring at the door of the Prayer Temple. Zhou Xing had already picked up the noodles and took a bite. He thought it was indeed delicious. When he was about to take a second bite, he heard
As the old man said this, he looked towards the door of the Prayer Temple. When he saw the figure walking out of the sedan at the door of the Prayer Temple, he froze, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Sir, it's okay, I'll give you a new pair." The old man looked at Zhou Xing's dropped chopsticks, quickly picked them up, replaced them with a pair of clean chopsticks and placed them on the table, but Zhou Xing ignored the old man.
Because all his attention was on the person walking out of the sedan at the entrance of the praying temple.
At the door of the Prayer Temple, a graceful and noble woman walked out. Her black hair was neatly collected by a phoenix hairpin. Although the brocade silk dress was gorgeous, it fit perfectly on this woman, especially
The gentleness between her brows always seems to reveal a kind of kindness. That kind of gentleness is enough to make everyone who sees her look happy. Moreover, every move she makes seems to be very elegant, and there is a kind of kindness in her body.
The unknown charm can attract the attention of many people even when viewed from a distance. Even Zhou Xing's eyes were deeply attracted by that figure. But Zhou Xing, who was sitting among the crowd,
It seemed that he had been blocked there by a wide Milky Way. Apart from watching from a distance, he did not have the courage to step forward and get in close contact with the woman.
"Sir, do you know this noble man?" The old man looked at Zhou Xing's expression and asked hesitantly.
"It's just an old friend." The seemingly endless sighs turned into a sigh. I picked up the new pair of chopsticks and ate the noodles. The noodles that were originally delicious now became tasteless, and it was still difficult to swallow.
, but the woman, surrounded by several maids, walked into the Prayer Temple and disappeared at the door. She attracted the attention of many people at once. This was unintentional because she could not control the eyes of others.
, but the eyes of many people are mostly filled with respect, instead of appreciating the pure and elegant temperament, nor the beauty that is as beautiful as a fairy.
"How much?" Zhou Xing asked. At this time, his mood was very dull, as if he was pressed by a huge iron block in his heart. His heart was blocked and he was a little panicked. He wanted to escape from this place. As the best swordsman in the world, escape was the word.
, could never be used on him, but Zhou Xing knew that now he was running away, as embarrassed as a rat in a stinking ditch, and he didn't have the courage to face her at all.
"free of charge."
"Why?" Zhou Xing was surprised. The old man was in business, so how could he not accept his money? Of course he was curious.
"You are that noble man's old friend, so I won't accept your money." When the old man talked about the noble man, his eyes were full of respect.
"That noble lady, do you know who she is?" Zhou Xing was a little surprised. Although it was not strange that the old man knew the identity of the woman, it was very strange that he refused to accept money for that woman. Could it be that
His power has become so huge that even an old man who sets up a stall on the street is so fawning. Thinking of that hypocritical face, Zhou Xing thinks that he might really be such a person.
"Of course I know, that one is the empress from heaven who came down to earth. There was a severe drought in the world, and even the imperial capital was full of refugees. Only that noble man sold his property and set up porridge shacks in the imperial capital. Even now, he often helps the poor people. I know her.
Not to mention the old man, no one in the whole street will accept money from guests." The old man explained that he did not know what the status of this noble man was in the court, he only knew that this noble man was a
A great benevolent person with a bodhisattva heart.
"Actually, I'm not very familiar with her." Zhou Xing just left this sentence indifferently, then took out a piece of silver from his arms, placed it on the table, and left.
"There are too many guests." The old man quickly picked up the silver and looked back. The bustling crowd drowned Zhou Xing's figure. He wanted to find Zhou Xing among the crowd. It turned out that Zhou Xing was dressed in white, so it was easy to spot Zhou Xing.
Yes, but Zhou Xing seemed to have evaporated and disappeared before his eyes.
"Could it be that this guest officer is also a god who descended to earth?" The old man was shocked. He just turned around, and Zhou Xing had disappeared. Apart from gods, how could ordinary people achieve such a miracle, especially when the person in front of him was praying for blessings?
In the temple, it is very likely that gods have transformed into mortals and come down to earth to enlighten the ignorant people. Thinking of this, the old man quickly grasped the silver ingot, clasped his hands together, and worshiped the sky devoutly.
Of course Zhou Xing didn't care what the old man thought of him. He just wanted to escape from this old place as soon as possible. He didn't expect to meet her here tonight. He had thought about the scene of their reunion. Maybe he would try to suppress himself in his heart.
Those loves for her, and then smiled and said how are you doing? She likes to smile, she likes to smile by herself, but Zhou Xing has not smiled for a long time, even after arriving in Jianghu, he has never smiled. He used to do the same
A man who can laugh. The deep streets are very dark. This top expert walks in the streets, stumbling and embarrassed, like a drunk person. Sometimes he really wishes that he is just drunk, but
Even though he was drunk, he still had to face reality. He didn't have the courage to face her, the woman he once loved deeply.
Yes, that woman was Zhou Xing's former lover, the woman he loved deeply, she was Luo Lin, a very kind and gentle woman, even an iceberg would melt with her tenderness, he loved her deeply, before
Yes, and still, he wanted to tell his heart, wanted to tell himself that he had come out, and now he only had the sword, the sword was his only one, but he saw Luo Lin again, although it was just a figure, but it was
It broke his heart. As the best swordsman in the world, he is the strongest in terms of sword and strength, especially after he has understood the rudimentary form of sword intention. But now, he is the most vulnerable.
If Murong Jue saw the assassin Zhou Xing, he would definitely be confident that he could defeat Zhou Xing, because his strong heart had collapsed at this time.
Zhou Xing smiled, this was the first time he smiled in ten years, but this time the smile was ugly, a smile uglier than crying, that is to say, Zhou Xing's smile at this moment, the deep street was getting darker and darker, Zhou Xing was aimless
As he walked, he didn't know where he was going. He just wanted to avoid her, just wanted her to not see him. Maybe he shouldn't show up, but he still came back here. Zhou Xing finally understood why he kept walking.
Not going out, this last step, this last step is because of her, Luo Lin, this simple name, this ordinary woman, is the last shackle that hinders his nirvana.
"Help, help." A scream rang out. In the deep and dark streets, some dark things always happened. Zhou Xing heard the cry, and in the darkness in the distance, a person staggered out.
A person, a person wearing tattered clothes and unkempt hair, but her voice was that of a woman. At this time, the tattered clothes had fallen to her shoulders, revealing a red bellyband on her chest, and behind her was a strong man, a strong man.
She has a burly body, half a head taller than Zhou Xing. She is holding a wine jar in her hand. Although her body is swaying left and right, her eyes are always focused on the female beggar who is running hard, just because she is a woman.
In a deep and dark street, nothing good will happen to a female beggar when she meets such a strong man.